The game of stains
I think I'm trapped in my stains,
Try to remove it but it did not wane.
My subconscious knows from where it comes,
But my conscious turn a blind eye.
The pelters still lives in my vicinity
Dicthing all there mess on a human chemical chain.i keep there functionality for their solace,
I think I'm trapped in my stains.
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